Alone Together

'Now I am become Death, destroyer of worlds'– J. Robert Oppenheimer

Life, life alone is a question...and one's life will end before knowing the answer to life itself, but can the question on life be answered...was it...meant to be answered, or should we just go by our day and pretend that we don't want any answers. I think I would rather go with the second option, because it was the driven thirst to get answers that made us have wars in the first place. Just because one has a different way of living the other thinks one doesn't belong in this world...but if we just took time and sat down to understand each other, to get to know the real reason why we do the things we do or live the way we live, would we have wars then?...or would the world have took a different turning point, would we have found the answers that we were looking for? I tried my best to understand others the day I enrolled in highschool...I tried my best...to understand her.

It was three days after we first met in the school, Saturday, 7am sunrise reflected off the water turning it into a crystal blue lake, early birds and morning winds interrupted the trees. I was practicing my manager drawings, on that particular day I was practicing backgrounds and sorroundings, but one particular detail was keeping entering the scene on the paper, a scene that wasn't in front of me, her.

"Wacha doin?" A familiar voice came from behind, I turned to see that it was just my friend Kyle, partner in crime from since kindergarten.

"Practicing."

"Any new characters?"

"No, just the same old ones"

"Bro..." He sat next to me. "You should really tell me when you're coming out here...being alone is lame and boring"

"I work better when I'm alone" I didnt lift my head once to look at him.

"Dude check it out, the ice queen from class"

"And whom is this ice queen of yours?"

"Bissoon" My head automatically flew up.

"Where?!" Kyle looked at me with an arch brow.

"So that caught your attention?...shes over there" He gestured to my right with a lift of his chin, I looked over and there she was, sitting on a bench, baggy hood and short jeans, hair down as usual, reading a book, and a Starbucks cup in her hand, I started calculating ways to approach her...course without Kyle involved, I slightly ajusted my head to see what she was reading...' Moby ****'?...at least it looked like it, I'll just try my luck.

"Stay here and guard my things"

"Where you're going?"

"None of your business" I walked away in a steady pace hoping for the best.

*Why am I so nervous...all I'm going to do is just say hi...that's all*

I could of felt Kyle's annoyance already.

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